Normally, when I post something, it’s because I went somewhere or did something or saw someone and I come here to put it down.
I didn’t go anywhere special today. In fact, I’m sitting on the couch with Jurassic Park on the TV and the sliding glass door open. The idyllic weather can’t even get me to sit on the balcony right now.
I didn’t do anything of note today. Danielle, Leah and I rode over to the Dodge dealership in Norristown to get her car after some recall repair stuff. Then I went to Wal-Mart to pick up a couple prescriptions.
I guess that means I must have seen someone today about whom I am writing. Not really. Well, wait…
When I woke up this morning, I turned my head and saw my best friend, laying in the bed, next to me. She smiled, I said good morning, I rolled in her direction and we shared a kiss. No, fireworks did not shoot into the night sky like at the end of a movie. I mean, we just woke up and my breath was kickin’. But, shit, if there ain’t sparks every time our lips meet! Her lips are so soft, I could stay there forever. Groggy, we eventually succumbed to the daylight and got off our backs and ran the above-mentioned chores.
After choring, we came home and ate macandcheese and tunafish. Basic, delicious, perfect. Danielle was telling Leah about the Addams Family, which steamrolled into our reminiscing on shows we watched when we were kids on days that we stayed home from school. The Munsters, Hogan’s Heroes, Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, et al. I brought up The New Munsters, which Danielle didn’t recall. I remarked on how it was a total flop and she stated that people can’t remake shit and expect it to work.
“You can’t just re-do Gilligan’s Island,” I added.
“I was going to say the exact same thing. Gilligan’s Island.”
“I know. We’re having the same conversation.”
It happens all the time. Either I or my beautiful wife will say something, to which the other replies, “I was just thinking that” or “I was just going to say that!”
It’s why she’s my one and only.
***** ***** *****
Last night, we took Leah to Facenda to do some bowling. Of course, while we were there, I ran into people that I know. Because it seems they’re everywhere—people I know. Danielle remains in awe that no matter where we are, someone goes “Yo, Rob.”
Danielle had taken a quick break and was walking back toward our lane. When I looked up and saw her approach, she may as well have been in slow-mo with Eric Carmen playing in the background. Or someone equally cheesy and late-80s-movie-ish. (I just decided, Oh Yeah might work too.) Anyway, she walked and I watched. Her jeans fit just right and her pink shirt showed the right amount of curve, skin. I couldn’t stop staring. She got closer and must have felt my eyes upon her and spoke
“I know. I’m coming.”
“It’s my turn, right?”
“Well, yeah but that’s not why I was looking at you.”
“Oh, it’s not?” She’s good at coy.
“No, I was watching you because you’re hot as fuck.”
I think she rolled a strike after that.
***** ***** *****
There isn’t a feeling in the world that can beat making a pretty girl smile. Even though all I did was tell the truth, it made Danielle happy. Danielle Gardner, that is. She’s my wife. I still can’t believe it. I mean, seriously. Just because she thinks I’m handsome doesn’t make me Rico Suave. She’s got this super-dark hair that frames her gorgeous face, dark brown eyes, pink lips, and a smokin’ hot body.
It’s ridiculous that this beauty loves me. At least, that’s what my mind wants to tell me. She’d argue, of course, and I’d listen because I love her siren-like voice. Shit, I’d steer my ship into a jetty just to catch one of her whispers.
***** ***** *****
So, this is my life now. Wedded bliss (as opposed to the weeded bliss in which I spent my 20s and part of my 30s). I get to spend my days with my best friend. My lover. My confidant. My muse.
If I were anyone else, I’d be damn happy for me.
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